[Controlling her power is more like having control over her body—something that was hard to do even after years of dance practice helping to focus some of that control. It's all internal and this feels like part of her but also not—a force like he said.
Still, she does what she can to picture herself drawing it back inside. She feels a pull? A tug? Something happens. The item dims slightly, but it's too hard and she doesn't have a good handle of it. More than that she can feel the weight growing more unstable.]
Okay, not working. Duck! [If she'd been less focused on the explosive she might have noticed him phasing in which case "Phase!" would have been a much more efficient means for staying safe. Regardless, she aims the weight for one of the punching bags and it absorbs some of the energy as she hoped, limiting the explosion and spraying the room in punching bag fluff. That's when she notices that on top of suddenly making explosives she can't phase anymore either.]
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Still, she does what she can to picture herself drawing it back inside. She feels a pull? A tug? Something happens. The item dims slightly, but it's too hard and she doesn't have a good handle of it. More than that she can feel the weight growing more unstable.]
Okay, not working. Duck! [If she'd been less focused on the explosive she might have noticed him phasing in which case "Phase!" would have been a much more efficient means for staying safe. Regardless, she aims the weight for one of the punching bags and it absorbs some of the energy as she hoped, limiting the explosion and spraying the room in punching bag fluff. That's when she notices that on top of suddenly making explosives she can't phase anymore either.]
What the hell?